Georgie

My sweet sea serpent,

tied to the rain

sinking in the sky

you leave me

wanting more mountains to climb.

Lucky

Non-threatening tip of tongue speech

she had me at "compromised,"

cracking sidewalks to

break the luck of strangers.

(Backs too.)

Strategically placing

her ladders in the clouds.

Watch your step,

she's got you too.

Black cat alibis left me

wishing I was still tongue tied,

unbreaking mirrors.

Revolving

Put feet down and

through the screen.

Stuck with glass doors

and storm windows

we'll let the seasons adjust.

Expect six inches,

enough to flood and float

our now jumbled

human condition

caught deep indoors.

Speak sun light and

cast this drought

downstream.

The Island

Moving

hearts to islands

and back.

Disposable tact

coupled with

first time insanity.

Wicked west wisdom;

blowing up lighthouses.

The stress of the flash

fades the soul faster.

Caviar

Capital numbers, I'm releasing endorphins.
Last call petals fall and line the way
to her demise (quicksand)
while ballroom bound, dancing ghosts
entice walking tongue planks.
Dive into your words, disconnected.
Find something I missed and
tuck it behind your teeth,
for a special occasion.

North

Fragments.
Bones shattered from straining,
like necks looking for land.
Heart breaks a little every sunset
because you said he would always
guide me back to you.
Plagued by stars, I'm finding trends and
calculating clues in the dark.
I'll sleep with my eyes open,
floating on a feeling.

Revolution

Tar drip down the sides of your mouth
left hoping the worst, you're singing in vowels.
(Still got a pulse, so this should be good.)
I'm waiting, anticipating all bare back beats
spilling from you're mind, now capsized, and
you've forgotten to keep time again.
Let's dance. And dream.
Someday we'll find meaning.

Seek

Huddle to think

and find a cave that

bares your mark.

Closing In

Time bombs marching on
with a lost cause
concept of time,
sevens and dimes and nines.
Was it worth it?
Wicks too small
for safe ground.

QueenB

Only interested in physical manifestations,
no forlorn desires to reach beneath
and

eloquent. even speaking of her
poking and prodding hipbone goodbyes,
only grazing the surface of where we've been.

Waiting for the second wave.
Unfocus. Blur.
Sinking.

I'm afraid to blink.